09/02/2026
There’s something quietly compelling about watching the changing seasons through the picture window at the crematorium.
Winter has a way of slowing the world down - bare branches, still air, and a peaceful quiet that settles over the rolling hills. It invites us to reflect, remember, and pause a while.
And yet, almost without noticing, Spring begins to filter in. Buds appear on the trees, the light softens, and colour returns to the landscape. A gentle reminder that even after the coldest, quietest days, warmth finds its way back.
Through every season, the view reminds us that nature moves at its own pace.